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Chapter 4: hot cheetos are your best friend

      Hey y'all I'm gonna start questions at the end of each chapter to get comments. I bet you'll like them. Oh and this is Isabella, I found the perfect picture. You should all read Fireworks, they're in the same series. Ones about Lizzy (OK) and the other is about Isabella (Fireworks.) me and my friends call it the Perfect Series.
      Liz ran as fast as she could. He was gone, but he saw her! But she saw him. He was cute, not cute, but cute! She was wrong, he had green eyes and brown hair. He was wearing a superman t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and sweat pants. Some of his brown hair stuck up behind his head, it was greased back and yet it was messy. He seemed confused squinting very frequently. She needed to stay on target, SHE WAS BLEEDING! Grabbing a dirty shirt she covered it up, crawling on her bed. Tears found her way down her face, it wasn't the pain, those where stress tears. After a few minutes the bleeding stopped, she needed to eat, her stomach told her so. She stood up and opened the top drawer of her desk. Nothing much. She didn't feel like candy, she didn't feel like junk food. Closing the drawer, she laid back down on her bed. I want my mommy, she thought curling up in a ball. She knew she couldn't get her back, she died in an accident along with daddy. She still remembered the way dad would always gave her the bigger piece of the chocolate he cut in half. Mother used to kiss her good night and not turn off the light till she was a sleep. Mother looked like her. Her name was May, she had bright green eyes and beautiful blond hair. Auntie Emily said when her and May were kids, she had brown hair. Like Elizabeth they both had gracious curves, they looked alike, but Lizzie got her fathers attitude. His name was Jonathan, he had the determination of a race horse, of course he played violin in collage and went to law school. He met May at a bar, she was out with her friends one night and wouldn't give him her number. She had listened to that story a million times on her father's lap, but just a few months after, daddy got a business call and left her at aunt Emily's and like the wind, they were gone.
      Aunt Emily couldn't keep Elizabeth, and since she was two, Emily assumed Lizzie would forget. That's year she met Dawn and Eve, the gay couple who ran the foster facility. They put her in the Sterling house. A beautiful couple wanted a daughter and she was a great match. She took their last name and had a mommy and a daddy. Since her last name was Spurling, it wasn't a big change, just a t and maybe an e. Finally she had a home, and a good one. Sadly just a few months after settling in, they returned her for an unknown reason. Then she bounced around from foster home to foster home, finally turning 14 and in Jennifer's hell hole. "The woman has money, she's a model, and a great little boy! What a lovey home" Dawn told her. Eve said the basics: "this women will give you everything, she has money and a career." What Eve truly meant to say is that turning 14 meant nobody wanted her, give it a shot, she told herself. Now she's here, hungry, alone and afraid. Better go to bed, SLEEP! She told herself, pulling the covers over her tired legs, sleep.
Drifting off into a dream land, she dreamed the first time she met Isabella. It wasn't her first year at Crestwood Christian. This was at the time when she was with the Sterlings, she was even more joyful then. Her step mother insisted she be called Elizabeth, but Izzy called her Lizzie secretly. Once they returned her, she didn't want to be called Elizabeth anymore. Lizzie sounded just fine, back to the dream. She had been running through the halls, stupid Mrs Hollywood kept her after class for something. She ran down the hall, not noticing the tall girl clumsily walking. Running as fast as she could to get to her 3rd period, she slammed right into Isabella. She started picking up her books, the blond helped her. "I'm new here," she whispered, "I can tell," Lizzie replied. "I'm Isabella," she said sticking her hand out. Elizabeth shook it, smiling
"Elizabeth." "What's your next period?" Lizzie asked, "Mr....Daightinhighmer?" She said confused looking at her class schedule. "You mean Mr. Daughthyme, he's that way," she said pointing the opposite directions. "Wanna sit with me at lunch?" Liz asked, and the rest was history.
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Question time!!

So who thinks Isabella is a klutz?

Who thinks the new kid is HOT!?

What do u think will happen next?

Thanks and stay tunes on OK nation
WISEGIRL out...😜